I do not need “digital marketing.” I have never needed “digital marketing” from someone who sends me unsolicited offers about this nebulous service.
Please stop sending me messages or friend requests about this.
I do not need “digital marketing.” I have never needed “digital marketing” from someone who sends me unsolicited offers about this nebulous service.
Please stop sending me messages or friend requests about this.

So do our eyes just get progressively worse as we get older? Does the world just get blurrier and blurrier until it becomes only shapes and colors, like a lame-ass version of Predator-vision?
[clicks feebly in Yautja]

Got my first rejection letter from a publication in China.
Hey — it’s a “trying milestone.” I failed, but I tried something new for the first time.
Like when submitted to The New Yorker or to The Irish Times.
Play this song with your eyes closed, and it transports you right back to the 80’s. Hey, it’s a lot easier than what they did in “Avengers: Endgame” (2019).

I’m honored to share here that Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 29 includes my tribute to my late friend and colleague, Dennis Williamson. (Dennis was also known by his nom de plume, Dennis Villelmi.) The journal originally published the essay online on October 19th.)
Lothlorien Poetry Journal features free verse/rhyming/experimental poetry, short stories and flash fiction; the theme for Volume 29 is Amplified Voices in the Murmurs of Infinity. I am so pleased to be published beside 71 renowned poets and authors, and I’m grateful to Editor Strider Marcus Jones for accepting my essay.
You can purchase Volume 29 right here at Lulu.

You know you’re getting old when you pass 20-somethings in the street and get paternal impulses. MY DUDE, WHERE IS YOUR JACKET? Did you leave the house wearing only a flannel shirt?
[Update — sorry for any repeat posts, guys. It’s a WordPress glitch — not mine.]
Courtesy of my dear friend Anna, who sent me this neurographic painting. Neurographic art is a meditative process in which artists channel their subconsciouses to create.
Thanks, Anna! Your painting now has a permanent home upon the Wall of Important Keepsakes.


